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"
Oh
dear
!
"
she
said
,
as
he
splattered
the
alley
with
sick
.
"
Perhaps
you
'd
better
take
the
day
off
!
"
"
No
--
no
!
"
He
choked
and
retched
,
trying
to
continue
on
his
way
despite
being
unable
to
walk
straight
.
"
I
must
--
today
--
must
go
--
"
"
But
that
's
just
silly
!
"
said
Hermione
,
alarmed
.
"
You
ca
n't
go
to
work
in
this
state
--
I
think
you
ought
to
go
to
St.
Mungo
's
and
get
them
to
sort
you
out
!
"
The
wizard
had
collapsed
,
heaving
,
onto
all
fours
,
still
trying
to
crawl
toward
the
main
street
.
"
You
simply
ca
n't
go
to
work
like
this
!
"
cried
Hermione
.
At
last
he
seemed
to
accept
the
truth
of
her
words
.
Using
a
repulsed
Hermione
to
claw
his
way
back
into
a
standing
position
,
he
turned
on
the
spot
and
vanished
,
leaving
nothing
behind
but
the
bag
Ron
had
snatched
from
his
hand
as
he
went
and
some
flying
chunks
of
vomit
.
"
Urgh
,
"
said
Hermione
,
holding
up
the
skirts
of
her
robe
to
avoid
the
puddles
of
sick
.
"
It
would
have
made
much
less
mess
to
Stun
him
too
.
"
"
Yeah
,
"
said
Ron
,
emerging
from
under
the
cloak
holding
the
wizard
's
bag
,
"
but
I
still
think
a
whole
pile
of
unconscious
bodies
would
have
drawn
more
attention
.
Keen
on
his
job
,
though
,
is
n't
he
?
Chuck
us
the
hair
and
the
potion
,
then
.
"
Within
two
minutes
,
Ron
stood
before
them
,
as
small
and
ferrety
as
the
sick
wizard
,
and
wearing
the
navy
blue
robes
that
had
been
folded
in
his
bag
.
"
Weird
he
was
n't
wearing
them
today
,
was
n't
it
,
seeing
how
much
he
wanted
to
go
?
Anyway
,
I
'm
Reg
Cattermole
,
according
to
the
label
in
the
back
.
"
